She couldn’t be more perfect -
(There’s a dimple in her chin!)
Her lips are like a rosebud
And she’s got her Mama’s grin!
All the promise of the future’s there
Within those big brown eyes,
And my heart is held in rapture
As I listen to her sighs.

What is it about a baby
That enraptures every soul?
And makes you feel unworthy
While this tiny one you hold?
So perfect and so innocent,
Her slate is white as snow;
Oh, help me Lord, to guide her right,
Remembering her soul.

I can’t express or understand
These blessings that are mine.
So unworthy, yet, no doubt!
I trace God’s hand divine.
What He has made - and trusted
To us to guide each day
Requires our leaning on Him
As we walk along life’s way.

We will feed and clothe you,
Tiny girl with Daddy’s nose -
We will love and guide you
And cheer you as you grow;
But steady burns the knowledge -
This precious truth we hold -
God has trusted to our care
An everlasting soul!

Prov. 22:6 “Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.”

Joan Clifton Costner
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